I maintain this theory that when I die, I’ll have access to a really big book of personalized statistics. Things like, “Hours spent watching Doctor Who,” or “Hours spent sleeping,” and the like will be in there. Then there will be the more obscure facts, like… “Average length of time before Gabby gets bored with […]
There is one thing you must know about Portland, Oregon. Couch Street is not pronounced like the piece of furniture. No, the real pronunciation is “Cooch.” Ergo, to a Portlander (Portlandite?) “Couchsurfing” could become “Coochsurfing.” Let me tell you about the time that I was young, single, and feeling a bit rowdy. There was a […]
This was the article I referred to yesterday. Yes, it’s a flirtationship, stemming from years of inside jokes and a brief period of time where we hooked up. I’m trying to get over that apparently by going on dates with men five years younger than me. Oh God. I’ve reached puma status.
Sometimes, my life feels like the sky just opened up and decided it was a good day to poop on me. It was 10:55PM on a Friday in early February, and one of my relatively-attractive male friends had called in sick to our hang-out session. This normally wouldn’t be a big deal, except I was […]